Single not but lonely so hot,
In a world full of life,
All I do is sit and lament,
Shedding tears the job I assumed.

Staring at the heavy sky I see nothing,
Nothing to me makes sense,
I am always lonely not by choice,
Circumstances so wild the root of this.

Alone I tend to find peace,
My thoughts though so crazy won't hurt me,
Friends I stopped keeping,
I couldn't I keep goats when my cloths were made of cassava?

Those I termed mine graduated,
From fine to best enemies,
Competition they saw not potential,
Stabbing my back while smiling their teeth out.
© June Mwangangi (Zari)